No Stars - H. Harrington

Everything in time makes sense till it doesn’t
I thought it was love till he told me it wasn’t
It’s cold all alone and he felt just like home
The horizons to far and there ain’t no stars above it

It was just last night he came to me sweetly
He said he had given his whole heart completely
But it was not mine to own, I had it on loan
And just like a caged bird I need you to free me

He found him a girl who didn’t make him feel small
She’s strong and she’s sure and not like me at all
WIth her virtues intact, she ain’t holdin him back
From a life with a backyard and fine alcohol

So I’m lyin here feelin like it’s judgement day
I hear horns blowin but I chose to stay
I’ll pay what I owe to the devil I know
Resigned to my fate to keep the good ones away

Everything in time makes sense till it doesn’t
I thought it was love till he told me it wasn’t
It’s cold all alone and he felt just like home
The horizon’s too far and there ain’t no stars above it

Zeros and Ones - H. Harrington

Silently speaking in zeros and ones
Heads bowed down like the mind weighs a ton
Engrossed in another world made of silver and chrome
Buzzing and humming like freshly programmed drones

When they pull back it seems that life has returned
Taking in sights and sounds to reaffirm
That indeed we are human of soft flesh and bone
Unique and the same, both nuanced and cloned

I’m not cynical though, you should know that about me
I think the lines will blur indefinitely
I accept the uncertain, I don’t know what’s right
But I know not to let the zeros and ones in at night

The weight presses down, the tapping continues
To find those zeros and ones that haven’t been used
We lean heavy on this automated crutch
Time taunts us, the ultimate judge

Heads/Tails - E. Harris, P. Robinson

Now I’m flipping coins when I’m tipsy
Jesus believers taking trains to Poughkeepsie
Following omens like a lonely ghost
On a train by the river where the spirit goes

Jackie got tickets to see dead and co
Trad told me that he can’t go
No, no
He did a little too much methadrone
Trad told me that he can’t go

Thought he was God in a cul-de-sac 
He sent a suicide emoji and I never texted back
I heard he’s working for his Dad up in Hackensack 
He’s not never coming back

Now I’m flipping coins over Pixies
Jesus believers taking trains to Poughkeepsie
Following Omens, like a lonely ghost
On a train by the river where the spirit goes
On a train by the river where the spirit go
On a train by the river where the spirit

Heads Tails
Heads Tails
Call it in the
Call it in the air

Heads Tails
Heads Tails
Call it in the air

 


Long White Line - B. Abner

I won't be around this old town anymore for a long long time
Gonna hit the road and start looking for the end of that long white line
I woke up my baby was gone without her I don't need no home
Gonna hit the road and start looking for the end of that long white line

Went to the bank to get my dough I don't care where I go
Gonna' push this rig 'til I push that girl out of my mind
If somebody wants to know what's become of this so and so
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for the end of that long white line

New York City, Old St. Joe, Albuquerque New Mexico
This old rig is humming and rolling and doing fine
If somebody wants to know what's become of this so and so
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for the end of that long white line

Pull Me Back - H. Harrington

Twenty-two years old
And I’ve got nothing to show
I’m following some dark shadow
Stuck out in front of my toes

When I get down that track
Pity and doubt highlight all that I lack
And when I get down that far
It’s awfully hard to turn back

There I go again
There I go again
There I go again
Pull me back

Those stinging words he said
Surface like an animal rearing its head
I’m pushing them down, far underground
I can’t seem to shake myself of this dread

But there I go again
There I go again
There I go again
Pull me back

Indulging in good old self loathing
Is a horrible way to pass time
But sometimes those demons consume me
Is giving in such a terrible crime

Nathaniel - H. Harrington

Like a wave cresting out at sea
The shore was too far out of reach
I imagine who you'd be
A little bit older than me

You'd pull up in your beat up car
And take your sister to a bar
You'd be a little taller than me
Wear your heart out on your sleeve

When hours late and shadows long
You'd teach me how to write a song
You'd show me all my favorite bands
Ignore me just because you can

You might even play guitar
Show us all of your scars
I hate that I could never know you
But in my life I'll always love you